With Fate Uncertain And Bloodstained Hands, Memoirs of Felisa Serhas. Chapter One: Beginning of the end Options

[saqin]

In this thread you will find the first two chapters in the history about the assassin Felisa Serhas, the khajiit scout Sa'Quira and Gasheera, who remembers nothing of his former life. This history tels the tale about how Gasheera came to be one of the greatest heroes of Cyrodiil, and how the trio went about to make it happen. Because when the jaws of Oblivion open, noone ever thinks the thought that the one that's saving them is lying.

Chapter One: Beginning of the End



My head ached as I arose from the hard stone floor. I waited for the dizzines to disapear as I looked around in the room. Just then I noticed it wasn't a room, and the events of the last few days came rushing back at me.

I sank down towards the wall and managed to close my eyes. The stench picking at my nose, and thoughts whirling all around my head. It was indeed cold in the cell, and the only things I'd have any use of in here was a stool, a small table, a bucket and a bedroll. I would have thought they could at least give me some water. For the soreness of my throat was increasing.

A while later a noice from another cell made me open my eyes. Sighing at the thought of how long I'd have to be here, I looked out through the steel bars of the cell and saw another dunmer in the one across.

He had a few wrinkles and his hair was grey. At the moment he was leaning against the bars of the cell door, his red eyes staring almost hysterically, at me. But soon his eyes went back to normal, as if he'd just finished evaluating me. He looked strong, but it was noticeable that he had spent much time in the cell.

"Well that's somethin' ya' don't see every day. What a pretty face." He finished his sentence with a smile, and I returned it carefully. Not yet sure of what to think. I then got up and put my hands on the cell door, looking at him.

"Ya' know, one of those guards owe me a favor, I could maybee get us put in the same cell." He said, still smiling." Ya' know, it gets pretty cold down here during the nights." I rolled my eyes, looking up in the roof before turning my eyes on him again.

"That's all you can think about? Getting someone to spend the night with?" Now I sat down on the floor, feeling how much my strength had been drained during the last hours. Though how many it had been since I fell asleep, I did not know.

"Hmph, you'll find it gets pretty lonely down here. Trust me, in a few months, you'll be asking me." He answered and chuckled. I sighed and tilted my head backwards again.



"Could you maybe tell me what time it is? You see, I don't have a window in my cell." I looked up and saw him watching me. Nodding slightly I arose from the floor and moved the stool to stand beneath the small window. Then I got up on it and looked out.

The sun shone clearly, almost enlightening the trees, and lake Rumare. It was a fine day, and had I been out there, I would probably have taken a swim in the lake. But, as I remembered myself over and over again, I wasn't.

"The sun is high in the sky, so I would say around twelve." When I'd told him I put the chair back and laid down on the bedroll. I was way to pained by the thought of the sun being on the other side of the wall, so I couldn't really stand the sight of it.

"What's your name?" He asked, and it took me by suprise. I hadn't thought he was still looking at me. But I sat up and looked at him across the cell.

"Felisa. Felisa Serhas. That is my name." He nodded and it took a while for me before I continued. "What is yours?"

"My name? It is Valen Dreth."

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A short beginning, I know. But I do not have time to write more today.

This post has been edited by saqin: Apr 21 2011, 11:30 AM

[saqin]

Acadian: Sa'Quira is actually, if I get to say so myself, a much more well built character than Felisa and Gasheera. And yeah, thanks for pointing those nits out.

mALX: Thanks

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Felisa's POV

Walking out through the gate of Cheydinhall, the first sight that met my eyes was Shadowmere standing in the grass. She was eating quite calmly at the moment. When I began walking towards her, Gasheera on my heels, she looked up and whinnied.

I stroke her face when she came up to me and then she followed me to the stable where I saddled her. Once that was done, I turned around to see Gasheera standing there, holding the reins of a black and white paint horse in his hand. The horse stood there with his head hanging slightly, seeming very bored, and I assumed it to be a gelding.

“Shall we get going then?” I said and mounted Shadowmere. Gasheera wasn't far behind, and we rode away from the city, into the woods.

The birds cared little for our passing as we rode through the forest, and the deer merely followed us with their eyes. Shadowmere was restless because we only walked, but I was certain that if we cantered the gelding would not be able to keep up.

As soon as we where out of the city, Gasheera rode up next to me.

”The amulet of kings,” he said, eyes passing between me and the forest.

”What?” Was my answer to that. I would have said more, but Shadowmere was trying to bite the gelding, willing him to go away, and I had to hold her reins even tighter.

”You asked me earlier what'd been stolen. It is the amulet of kings.” Noticing Shadowmeres behaviour, he made his gelding fall back slightly, and she calmed down somewhat. I however, did not.

”The amulet of kings!?” My voice almost rose to a shout, causing some of the animals closest to us to flee. I looked at Gasheera.

”Yes, the Mythic Dawn cult stole the amulet of kings, just as they opened an Oblivion gate outside Kvatch to try and kill the only remaining heir. Apparantly they want to bring Mehrunes Dagon to Nirn, and the lightening of the dragon fires would prevent that,” he answered me, eyes looking forward now for we were approaching a glade and the smoke of a camp fire arose from behind a large rock.

As we came to a halt, I put my finger to my lips as a signal for him to be quiet, and slid of Shadowmere. My feet barely made any sound as I put them carefully between heaps of leaves, approaching the boulder. As I came closer, words reached my ears.

”Give me that.” The male voice sounded surly, and the accent imediately got me thinking of a Nord.

”No, I found it.” Another voice, this one also quite irritated, responded to the voice. Perhaps a redguard or a breton, however the voice also sounded quite smooth. Educated?

”You don't drink. What use could you possibly have of it, old magus?” The last part was definitely said as an insult, and the sound of fire got louder for a moment.

”Told you it's mine. You slugabed got no bussiness taking my stuff. It's mine I tell you!” Ok, that voice was certainly the voice of a madman and the Nord didn't respond. I crept up around the boulder, listening intently to the mutterings of the man.

”Foul things are they, know not to stay out of other's bussiness... You're mine, 'll always be mine. They shant take you... Sheogorath says you're perfectly lucid. Hihihi... Was wrong he was, dead now. Fire eats him like wood, that it does. Hehehihii...” Deciding I'd heard enough, I looked out arouns the edge of the rock, onto the man. He was indeed a Redguard, dressed in the tattered robes of a warlock.

He didn't notice me when I crept towards him to get a clear shot with the bow I now held in my hand, eyes rolling around in his head. The ground was practically covered in empty skooma bottles, and opposite of him, on the other side of the fire, was the charred body of a male Nord. In his hands the redguard held a silver goblet.

I put an arrow to the bow and aimed at him as his head stooped lower and lower until it bobbed back again, looking like a grotesque doll. He looked around then and spotted me, arrow pointed straight towards his head.

”Shinyy...” he said, looking at my arrow and readying another fireball. But before it was finished, I'd already loosed the arrow into his cheast, and he fell back dead as stone.

Approaching the fire, I stooped to pick up the goblet that he'd been holding, and was surprised when I suddenly felt a slight increase in my skill with the bow. Intrigued, I put the goblet down and instantly that feeling disappeared. I picked it up again, and when I put it in my pack I was glad to notice that the feeling did not disappear.

Looking around one last time, I saw more charred body pieces in the fire. Evidence that this was not the first time the warlock killed someone by burning them. A tremor went through my body briefly at the thought of what he could have done to me, and then I made my way back to Gasheera and the horses.

”What was it?” Gasheera asked as soon as he laid his eyes on me. I mounted Shadowmere and, feeling how tense I was, she began walking. Gasheera had to smooch to his gelding for it to follow us.

”Bandits. A mad hedge wizard that literally fried his companion. There were more charred body parts in the fire.” I answered, shrugging slightly. ”Come on, let's get out of here.” I continued when Gasheera nodded. I allowed Shadowmere to increase her pace to a trot, and the gelding fell into a canter after us. Not looking back, we then continued through the forest towards the cave.